Mark drove the Flatbed to a warehouse, and once the door opened, he drove in.“What is this place?” Jean asked him.“Sorry but I’ve been doing s...ome shopping without you. I decided to buy the Flatbed because the cost of delivery was more expensive than some of the items that I wanted. I rented this warehouse two weeks ago so the orders could be dropped off here,” he told her as they got out of the cab.Jean inspected what was currently in the warehouse, and they discussed what else they wanted to. ” “Unacceptable,” the word roughly rolled off his tongue and looked at me confused. “You do love me and I love you. We are to be wed, why is this so bad?” he spoke. His expression was hurt and a little wounded. “It's just the way that it is, Red Elk. We will share a bed when we are married.” Red Elk looked almost defeated as he gathered his things and mumbled something about sleeping in his brother's tent. I felt bad, but I thought it was for the best. That is until I was lying there in bed,. . it was as if they were expecting a supermodel. Sean led her to a table and showed her the album that depicted the type of "presents" she could give her husband. She was impressed by all the photos she saw. They were samples of poses and outfits of pro models. She noticed a tennis theme and it clicked with her. She pointed to the set of photos and said she wanted that session. She mentioned how Jason always commented on how sexy she looked in her tennis outfit. Sean was happy she was so. Other loggers would approach me, but I always sent them to Billy's yard so he could buy their wood. Billy would turn right around and sell it to me, pocketing the difference in what he paid them, and what I paid him. This was usually five or six dollars a cord. Billy wouldn't buy inferior wood though. Whatever he bought, the quality was always first rate. He'd see to that.During the period of the middle sixties up until the early seventies, Billy and I made a lot of money in the wood business..